I finally get the door open and slip inside, praying Kinsey is still asleep so I can make it to my bed, pull the covers over my head, and pretend the last eight hours never happened.
“What thefuck?”
So much for prayers.
Kinsey is sitting up in bed, coffee in hand, already dressed for her morning run.Her eyes go wide as she takes me in—the sex hair, the wrinkled clothes, the expression of someone who has made a series of catastrophically bad decisions.
“Ally.”She sets her coffee aside slowly, like she's approaching a wild animal.“What happened to you?”
“Nothing.”
“You look like you got into a fight with a leaf blower and lost.”
“Thanks.Very helpful.”
“Your shirt is inside out.”
“I'm aware.”
“And is that ahickey?”
My hand flies to my collarbone.“No.”
“That's definitely a hickey.”She's out of bed now, crossing the room with the determination of someone who smells gossip.“Oh my God.Oh myGod.You didn't.”
“I didn't what?”
“You know exactly what.”She grabs my shoulders, spinning me to face her.“You were supposed to help him with his leg, not ride him until the pain subsided.”
I can't deny it.She already knows too much.
I pull away from her, collapsing onto my bed with a groan.“It wasn't supposed to happen.”
“But it did happen.”
“Yes.” I press my palms against my eyes, trying to block out the morning light streaming through our window and the judgment radiating off my best friend.I sit up, defensive.“You should have seen him, Kinsey.He was lying on his couch, couldn't even straighten his leg.I had to work the knot out manually, and then...”
“And then?”
“And then things...escalated.”
Kinsey stares at me for a long moment.“Define 'escalated.'“
“I don't want to define it.”
“Ally.”
“Fine!”I throw my hands up.“We had sex, okay?On his couch.With his leg propped up on a pillow because even in the middle of...that...I was worried about his recovery.And then I fell asleep on top of him like an idiot, and when I woke up this morning, I panicked and left.”
“You left?”
“Yes.”
“While he was sleeping?”
“Yes, but not before checking his leg.The elevation helped relax the muscle, and I did some light manipulation while he was still asleep to make sure there wasn't any residual tightness.He should be fine for the game tonight if he doesn't do anything stupid.”
Kinsey blinks at me.“You gave him a physical therapy session while he was unconscious.”
